Vindication ft. Just Putt Lyrics

Salute the vindication

A craftwork of my creation

It just took a little patience

And some cautious calculation

For some needed elevation

I was seeking emancipation

Now they can't fuck with me

I hold my own masturbation

To do this is pure elation

Especially for the haters that

Prayed on our degradation

Look at me fucking weigh in

I'm angered in conversation

Saved when I see we made it

These fears could've made me cave in

It's weird that we see you breaking

This industry's a bitch

Had to get past the cornballs

And slip from the twits

Split like gymnastic pornstars

I stay active as on star

These bastards ain't gone far

We driving they just putting

Just Putt pull they hoe cards

Like oh God hold on

Bro's wrong

Nose broken dough gone

Blows open old scars

No smoke with no heart

Don't start this is mister gold cart

Hit the richter slow bitch

Then go hard

Shouts to sick with it

Used to be in the whip clipping

With the clique kicking

Fixing to grip on a kitten

High and high school skipping

Mad dog sipping in mom's kitchen

No cap no joke

I was broke and bullshitting

Yeah we was over there

Only we was over here

Bunch of kids who only rapped

Whenever we got open yeah

Ego stoked when we had

An open ear so severe

Poked the bear smoking

In the open air with open beers

My egos riding shotgun

As I'm rolling slow in traffic

Can't let go of what I know

Even though I've gotten past it

That's why I call them plastic

Fake and molded by the masses

Super sloppy carbon copies

Of nonsense that never lasted

Its getting drastic

Unattainable average

Rhythm get spastic

Now somebody getting they ass kicked

The loud percussion of knuckles

Giving you rashes

Features get fattened

Then get finished off with a flash kick

Running these streets

I think I need me a Harley

Blunts full of weed

I just might be a Marley

A demon amongst angels

Someone please tell Charlie

Crazy like Gnarls Barkley

If the shit gets gnarly

Who gonna save

The souls of the starving

Saint Elsewhere and all these

Smiling faces could harm me

Garvey I'm headed back home

And no one can stop me

Tardy I don't mean late

I mean I'm retarded

The music's my machete

I slice them up with every verb

Septic as neurotoxins

Taking control of every nerve

Digable any planet

Rhythm nation no Janet

Damn near god status

Check the stats God damn it

These rigorous rhymes damage

Dig in your spine tripping

I'm clicking these rhyme patterns

With liminal lines

Lyrics is whippets on dry land

It's wigging your mind

Grabbing and twisting yo hide manic

Don't get left behind

I say what I mean

So I mean it when I say

Never said that I'm perfect

I'm imperfect in many ways

You looking for perfection

Stop stressing get sleep

Cuz perfection's only found

In the projection of dreams